Stone cold eyes like the rainy curbside. I was gonna be, be somebody. Bought the dress, brought the booze. I guess I'll try to be, life of the party.
Make the rounds, everyone's still in town. They were gonna be, be somebody. Wallet pictures and tv dinners. Tell me all about how it's working out.
And we all had this look like
Could you give me a break?
I'll give you one.
How could we ever know it'd be this way?
He's in jail, she's out on bail, I'm fitting in, my accent's back again. Watching exes eye the spouses but I came alone. I think it looks glamorous.
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